I Got Yips Babe

The putting and chipping yips affect millions of golfers worldwide and none more so than AnyoneForTee co-publisher Martin Moodie. As we prepare a major initiative to help the sufferers, we felt it was high time there was an anthem to unite them in song.
Soothe your ragged nerves with this gentle ballad.

Original music and lyrics by Sonny Bono

[If you would like musical accompaniment, please click here]
	They say I'm young there'll be a cure, But time goes by and I'm no longer sure. I hate to say what's on my lips, 'Cause they got me, and baby I got yips. Babe. I got yips babe. I got yips babe. The chips and putts are such a bitch, I think I'm cured and then I start to twitch. I try so hard, not to let it jerk, But then I freeze up and I feel such a berk! Babe. I got yips babe. I got yips babe. I took lessons in the spring. I tried damn near everything. But they come back, I'm a clown, And when I get scared, takes twelve to get down. My friends help me to read the break, But that's no good 'cause all I do is shake. My wife says Babe you mustn't fret, But when I see a short putt my hands sweat. Babe. I got yips babe. I got yips babe. I got yips to spoil my game. I got yips to take the blame. I got yips that follow me. I got yips that swallow me. I got yips forever more. I got yips that kill my score. I got yips, won't let me go. I got yips I hate them so. I got yips babe. I got yips babe. In my chips babe. Hate those chips babe. I got yips babe.